The two looked at each other, one wanted to send, and the other did not leave. Although Chang Sheng knew that he shouldn't force Fan Shuiling to leave. However, in order for her to stay away from the smoke of gunpowder, he still insisted on his opinion and wanted to send her out of the border city.

"Lingling, it's not safe here! I promise you, as soon as this war is over, I'll go to Jiangnan to find you, okay?" Chang Sheng persuaded softly, hoping that she could leave for the time being.

Fan Shuiling turned his face when he heard Chang Sheng's words, and looked stubborn with "I don't agree".

She said that no matter what he said anyway, she just didn't want to leave the border city and leave him. All he knew was that he was worried about what would hurt her. But he didn't know that she was more worried about him who was about to go to war than she was about to go to war. The sword has no eyes, the war is merciless, and she is afraid that he will be injured and will not be able to come back.

Yes, she's unarmed, she can't do anything, and she can't help much. Still, she wanted to stay. Because, she is going to be here, waiting for him to return safely.

Jiang Hai received the news from the opposite side and immediately walked towards the military camp where Chang Sheng was victorious. Before he could enter the tent, he was told by the soldiers guarding the gate that the general was not in the tent. Jiang Hai listened, without any pause, and turned around and walked towards Fan Shuiling's tent.

Seeing the two people standing facing each other from a distance, Jiang Hai stepped forward quickly. As they approached the two, their footsteps slowed suddenly.

"General, there is news from Jiang He again!" Jiang Hai looked at Chang Sheng, who had a gloomy face, and quietly looked at Fan Shuiling, who had a somewhat unhappy expression. He didn't seem to be at the right time. How strange was this atmosphere? Moreover, weren't the general and Miss Fan very affectionate? Why, he felt as if the two were arguing now.

Chang Sheng looked at the injured expression on Fan Shuiling's face, and he just suppressed the reluctance in his heart, trying not to let himself say the words of regret.

Chang Sheng heard Jiang Hai's words, glanced at Fan Shuiling deeply, and then turned to leave.

Jiang Hai paused and left with Chang Sheng.

Fan Shuiling stood in place sluggishly, and after watching Chang Sheng leave, he turned around and walked into his tent. At the moment when the curtain of the tent was lowered, Fan Shuiling suddenly squatted on the ground. With a strong mask, Fan Shuiling reached out aggrievedly to wrap his legs around his legs and buried his head in his knees.

At this moment, Fan Shuiling was sour and aggrieved in his heart. There is even an urge to cry. Why?

Obviously, the two of them had dinner together yesterday, he wrote, and she sharpened the ink. Why? It was only a short night before he dared her to go. Moreover, he is resolute and tough-minded, and there is no room for negotiation.

As night fell, countless torches lit up the barracks. In the camp tent of Chang Sheng, several men wearing military armor and carrying swords walked out one after another. Suddenly, a handsome man walking at the back stopped. As if something had fallen, I saw him digging out his sleeves and touching the placket on his chest. The man didn't find what he was looking for, and turned back again.

After Lan Zheng regretted Chang Sheng's tent, he saw Chang Sheng, who was still in good spirits just now, holding the pen in a daze.

"Sheng, what's wrong, what are you doing?" Lan Zheng looked at his distracted friend in surprise.

"Why are you back again?" Chang Sheng heard Lan Zheng's voice and came back to his senses.

"Oh, I left something with you?" Lan was walking over to where he had been sitting earlier. Sure enough, he saw what he had lost. Blue front color is a joy,

Chang Sheng looked at the "thing" he was carrying, which was a "woman's" handkerchief